At The Ball Game


I came to this ball game,
Just to cheer him on.
Little does he know,
I'd rather be gone.

The wind blows,
The trees bend.
Here he comes,
toward home again.

Sometimes lose,
Sometimes win.
Doesn't matter,
I'll be here again




copyright 2004 April D Hutchinson
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